Myra takes to the air with a short grunt of a "caw." She flies into the room towards the vial looking to see if she can get a grip on it with her beak or talons.
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Myra attempts to circle the room a few times and get a good look at the shiny object.
Before Jorlitharr ducks into the tunnel Myra lands a bit ungracefully on his head. "Gems please. Trying the door."
"Kill the dragon!"
Myra does several laps around the flooded room, gliding slowly while she passes the glittery wall. Olek looks through her eyes to try to discern what it may be.
"You guys find the rest of the her stuff and pack up food? We should be heading out soon." Jorlithar's call is met with silence. Myra flits down the tunnel and lands at his feet."Company," she says with a squawk.
Myra flits down the hallway and perches herself on Thravum's head. She leans over meeting his eyes with her upside down expression. "Orc's coming this way." She jumps down and perches herself on the rope bridge.
Myra will check each room and hallway on our way to the bridge to make sure we don't run into any orcs.
Myra launches herself from Olek's shoulder with two swift flaps of her wings and takes to the air. She will remain ahead of the party scouting the road and surrounding land.
Myra lands by the edge of the pit looking over the wolf and gives her wings a couple of frustrated flaps. She belts out a howl mimicking the wolf as best as a raven can. "Arooo!"
"Couldn't hold his liquor!"
"Dead by sundown!"
(Raising one wing)
"Don't try to read it!"
"The finest would be, ugh, fine..."
"CHEAP"
"BEER!"
Look at me! I'm a bird! |